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Chapter 1521: Chapter 428: It’s Perfectly Normal for Players to Carry a Bat, Right?

Even if Guardiola doesn’t ask, he would still do it.

Huang Kaiwen is terrifying.

If you really let Huang Kaiwen play, the three-goal lead in the first leg is far from safe.

Keita’s expression suddenly changed.

He quickly adjusted his position.

Keita controlled his small steps, as if doing so would make Huang Kaiwen not notice him coming to help with defense.

Dribbling in front of Keita, Huang Kaiwen suddenly accelerated with a left foot push.

Keita hurriedly moved his position, Messi quickly charged forward behind Huang Kaiwen, even Xavi came forward to help defend.

But Huang Kaiwen just made a move, immediately pulling the ball back with his left foot, tapping it to the right, adjusted his balance, and turned around for a pass.

”Beautiful!!!”

”Right at the beginning of the match, Huang Kaiwen attracted the opponent’s defensive attention and quickly passed the ball to Modric.”

Modric smoothly dribbled forward, raising his head and constantly observing his teammates’ positions.

Drogba pointed in front of him, signaling Modric to pass the ball quickly.

Xavi, frightened, sprinted back.

Modric had already lifted his foot.

The ball quickly rolled from the center to the right flank.

Keita, still guarding around Huang Kaiwen, was dumbfounded.

Yaya Toure’s focus was centrally, Huntelaar easily received the ball on the right.

He received the ball and tapped it forward with his right foot, wanting to forcefully break through Milito.

Milito took a step to the left instantly, blocking the narrow space.

But he didn’t expect.

Huntelaar was just feigning.

Dribbling in front of Milito, Huntelaar suddenly passed the ball to the left with his right foot, and quickly tapped with his left foot.

The ball went through Milito’s opened legs perfectly.

Huntelaar also quickly charged past Milito’s side.

The entire Barca defense was shocked.

They ran back desperately.

Normally, Barca’s defensive line is high to smoothly assist teammates in organizing offense.

But once broken by the opponent, it becomes a one-on-one.

Huntelaar took the ball and rapidly advanced down the right flank.

Piqué had already left his position to cover over.

Huntelaar’s speed with the ball was clearly faster than Piqué’s speed.

But Huntelaar also forgot one thing, he didn’t observe the situation in the penalty area.

When he looked up, he was already near the byline.

Seeing his position, Huntelaar quickly stopped suddenly, prepared to turn with a right-foot tap.

At this moment, Piqué rushed up and accurately tackled the ball out of bounds.

”Oh dear, this chance is wasted.”

”Yes, you can see the difference with Chelsa having Huang Kaiwen right from this chance. Previously, Bale was on the left, because Barca’s right-wing attack was too strong, he couldn’t really perform.”

”Right, with Huang Kaiwen on the left, it’s a different situation. Even though Alves hasn’t engaged defensively, he hasn’t dared to leave his position, standing right behind Xavi waiting to defend.”

”This is a corner kick opportunity, let’s see if Chelsea can capitalize on it.”

Modric looked at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen directly walked to the corner flag area.

With Barcelona having three away goals, Huang Kaiwen felt somewhat uneasy.

At such a moment, he planned to personally send the ball in.

Yes.

Huang Kaiwen planned to take a direct shot from the corner!

The boss Messi may not have scored from a corner, but his free-kick skills are more than sufficient.

Huang Kaiwen went to the sideline, took the ball, wiped it, and then placed it at the corner flag area.

”Shh!”

”Shh!”

”Shh!”

The boos at Camp Nou surged, one wave higher than the other.

Almost 100,000 people in the venue, the 3,000 traveling fans seemed submerged in the ocean.

Just like the score in the first leg.

Basically unable to hear any sound from the Chelsea fans.

Only boos.

And even louder boos.

Valdes nervously instructed his teammates on their positions.

Wiping the ball, he guessed Huang Kaiwen might take a direct shot.

But that scheming guy from Real Madrid has so many corner kick tricks.

Valdes couldn’t guarantee Huang Kaiwen would handle the corner like that.

He could only have his teammates hold their positions and mark the key areas carefully.

Mourinho was too nervous to breathe.

Each match at Camp Nou holds special significance for him.

Even at times like this, he believes that Huang Kaiwen will lead Chelsea to victory.

He also hopes that Huang Kaiwen can score as soon as possible.

Settling the deal is truly like this.

Wearing a black away jersey, Huang Kaiwen’s white socks on his legs were extremely conspicuous, as Barça fans in the stands near the corner flag watched him standing there.

They just felt that this was the most terrifying person in the world.

Indeed, Huang Kaiwen was their biggest nemesis.

Barça fans could only make all kinds of noises as much as possible.

Trying to affect Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen moved.

He took a step forward with his right foot and swung his left leg directly out.

Exerting strength in a small area, Huang Kaiwen’s entire waist twisted considerably.

The Barça fans in the nearby stands even felt a blur before their eyes as the ball quickly flew into the penalty area.

Little Milito and Huntelaar at the near post didn’t expect the ball to be so close to the baseline, and moving so fast, by the time they reacted, the ball had bypassed the two of them, heading straight for the right post.

Duang——

The ball grazed the outside of the right post and bounced towards the middle.

The penalty area was in complete chaos.

Piqué turned around for a clearance, but Modric intercepted it, quickly extending his foot to block Piqué’s big kick.

The ball bounced to Mikel’s feet, and before Mikel could move, Xavi acted quickly.

Xavi grabbed Mikel’s arm with his hand, causing Mikel to lose control of the ball. Quick-footed Ballack went up with a kick.

Low drive!

The ball was heading for the bottom right corner of the goal.

The gaze of both teams’ players followed the ball.

At the critical moment, Valdés went to the ground, stretched his foot, and redirected the ball out of the baseline.

Another corner!

”Damn it, that’s a foul!!!”

Seeing the ball not go in, Mourinho rushed to the fourth official.

He was referring to Xavi’s pull on Mikel just now.

At that moment, Mourinho wished he could drag Mikel to the sideline and give him a stern lesson. Had Mikel fallen, Chelsea might have earned a penalty.

”Calm down, sir!”

The fourth official frowned and said.

He really didn’t want to provoke Mourinho.

Mourinho was too extreme; those who loved him were willing to die for him, while those who hated him wished he would ascend to heaven immediately.

For referees, it was clearly the latter.

Even if you officiated well, Mourinho wouldn’t praise you, but if you made a minor mistake or discontented him, you’d quickly become world-famous for his comments in the post-match press conference.

”Calm down, how can I calm down, that’s a foul, a foul in the penalty area!”

The fourth official covered his earpiece, considering whether to notify the main referee.

Boas quickly came up to pull Mourinho back.

He didn’t want to see Mourinho carded just after kickoff.

Even if the head coach wasn’t crucial for Chelsea, getting a red card would still affect morale.

Huang Kaiwen switched to another corner flag area and stood there once more.

Damn it!

Valdés cursed silently.

Indeed, it was a direct shot.

But what about this time?

Would Huang Kaiwen make such a choice?

It’s so tormenting.

After a moment’s thought, Valdés decided to focus on the near post.

Huang Kaiwen’s last shot aimed to put the ball into the goal from the near post.

”Huang Kaiwen is ready.”

”That last shot was truly beautiful, an inswinger with the left foot’s instep, showcasing technical skill beyond most set-piece takers.”

”Yes, but now we need to see what Huang Kaiwen chooses this time.”

After a run-up, Huang Kaiwen struck the ball with his right foot.

Valdés thought he was seeing things, but as the ball moved, a sense of dread swept over Valdés.

That ball wasn’t heading for the near post.

Far post!

Valdés turned and ran back, already too late. By the time he reached the right post, he saw the ball hit the middle of the right post and ricochet into the goal.

Just 2 minutes into the game.

Huang Kaiwen shot twice, one on target, scoring one goal.

The boos at Camp Nou ceased as if silenced.

They weren’t afraid of a single goal.

But they were afraid of one goal after another.

The one who scored just now was the same person who often scored quintuple goals at Camp Nou, placing them on the pillar of shame!